Dear terrorists,

Dear terrorists,

We tried so hard

To tell Mr. Raj –

Mumbai belongs to India,

And so does Taj

He didn’t listen

And he didn’t care

Someone had to tell

But who would dare?

And there were you -

A dedicated crew.

Then Indians fought for India, as we say

Or non-mumbaikars for Mumbai, as He would say

Now shall he dare

Even a glance or stare

He shall fall flat on his face.

It’s all your grace!

We first saw the ATS

And accusations next

People hard on terror

At hypocritical best

A bandh round the corner

And investigations at stake

You came in Kuber

When all were awake

They came later and made a loud roar

They must be Kuber with a pack of crore

Finest officers lost – we saw the graphic scene

But what followed later – was purely obscene

Exposing this face, all the years spent

You did it in a flash with plain simple bullet

Guarding the home, a spineless minister

Casual behavior and formal attire

Blasts after blasts, he stuck to his task

Morality, resignation was too much to ask

Then a sudden transition, thanks to your youth

Had you not been there, it wouldn’t have been so smooth

And the targets you chose - what a marvel!

I mean - a marvelous choice, not the white marble

Nobody cares when the lifelines bleed

Icons have to suffer before the elite heed

It took us years to reinforce our claim

You took three days – to say the same

Yes, I am angry; but that will be over

I shall be in my senses, it won’t take longer

The heritage I treasure, is not what you burnt

It lies in forgiving, which you hadn’t learnt

A day shall come, when I will forgive you

But not a single day, when I will forget you

And then every day, when I’ll remember you,

With a Buddha like smile, I'll say a plain “thank you!”